The Arrival of Beauty

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“O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see
That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,
And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.” ~ John Donne

Fresh snow, maybe three inches. They say it may snow on and off until next Wednesday, which means a whole week of winter weather. You’d think they could do something about that, wouldn’t you? But since ‘they’ have a major hurdle in achieving tangibility, they are in possession of the tendency to fail. This goes for the Weather Channel just as much as it goes for the right wing nitwits who are always right – that is if they are right about always being right. But they haven’t revoked my Medicaid (yet) so I can’t complain, right? Not! I’ll friggin complain iffin I danged well please. A nearly ubiquitous faux-attitude is illustrated by the phrase “I can’t complain, it doesn’t do any good”. Let’s hope that people use that statement in the grand sense of classic irony. Proactive living and complaining are not mutually exclusive, as far as I can tell, and that phrase I just displayed is in itself clearly a complaint. Am I missing something? Yeah, whatever. I hate it when that happens. End of story. It’s all good.

“Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.” ~ Mark Twain

I’ve got to go do laundry today, I’ve been putting it off too long. And I’ve got a psychiatrist appointment this afternoon. Both activities are meant to improve my life. There’s no disputing that. After over a year of messy stasis I am feeling the Wheel of Fortune grinding back into motion. Sweet. I’ve got a crazy habit of speculating what may come from this new motion. When I do that I fail to apply the teachings of the many cats I deal with five days a week. I actually miss those cats on my day off. You might think that cat teachings emphasizes patience, and you would be right in doing so, but my take from cat teachings is the importance of will power. Nobody ever said that ‘go with the flow’ excluded, out of necessity, applying one’s will. That’s just silly. Without my will power I may very well never make it to the laundromat.

I’m in a strange mood today. I’ll make the best of it. My strange mood really stared yesterday. In the early afternoon a young woman, early 20’s is my guess, came in to look at cats. She was tall and slim, with mid-length strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and a presence of inborn sweetness and cuteness that fascinated me to the point of forgetting . . . ummm, I forgot what I was getting at. She came in a second time about two hours later, still without choosing a cat. Near the end of the shift, here comes a tall, blond haired blue-eyed beauty. It was a different woman. What are the chances of the strong resemblance? Once something actually happens statistics become a mere amusement. Gosh they were pretty! Did I mention that the Goddess was obviously playing with my head? No complaint here.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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